...Was this exactly the sort psychological fatalism that 'they' want us women to feel?
...Or had I fallen prey to consumerism?
...Why was it the only pair left?
...Why was it reduced to such an enticing price?
...Why does it fit my butt so perfectly?
...Doesn't the totalism of these seemingly unrelated factors equate to 'meant to be'???
I asked my dear friend, whose friendship accounts for the majority of my university years, but she couldn't help me. Alas, she had the same sickness as I. Together, we found affirmative answers, rationalised away any negatives and I bought the pants...
and dare I say, never looked back.
P.S. Pictures are courtesy of Promiteo, my very own Mario Testino! Before you check out, be sure to check out his flickr page @novicenomad for the most striking and honest photographs!
Red pants (Miss Selfridge), Top (Topshop), Jacket (Topshop) and Shoes (Kurt Geiger)